[Blunt and rough. There's no softening this.] I wasn't even asking him to kill th-the clown anymore. I said, watch me do it. Let me do it. And you'll have to kill me to stop me.
[Jay pulls his shirt collar down, a violent jerk that breaks part of the seam -- exposing the scar along his shoulder and the base of his throat. A long slash made by a thrown Batarang -- unmistakable, and a serious wound. ] Pretty sure it's only luck that I didn't die again.
It was fucking stupid. I know it. But I thought... [Jay's voice drops to a whisper,] I thought he'd choose me.
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[Blunt and rough. There's no softening this.] I wasn't even asking him to kill th-the clown anymore. I said, watch me do it. Let me do it. And you'll have to kill me to stop me.
[Jay pulls his shirt collar down, a violent jerk that breaks part of the seam -- exposing the scar along his shoulder and the base of his throat. A long slash made by a thrown Batarang -- unmistakable, and a serious wound. ] Pretty sure it's only luck that I didn't die again.
It was fucking stupid. I know it. But I thought... [Jay's voice drops to a whisper,] I thought he'd choose me.